All Art Deals With The Absurd And

So We Live; A Spirit That Broods And Hovers Over The Continual Death Of Time, The Lost Meaning, The Unrecaptured Moment, The Unremembered Face, Until The Final Chop That Ends All Our Moments And Plunges That Spirit Back Into The Void From Which It Came.

... A Less Than Perfect Meddling In The Spiritual World Can Breed Monsters For Other People.

In Almost Every Marriage There Is A Selfish And An Unselfish Partner. A Pattern Is Set Up And Soon Becomes Inflexible, Of One Person Always Making The Demands And One Person Always Giving Way.

To Be Understood Is Not A Human Right. Even To Understand Oneself Is Not A Human Right.

We Are All Prisoner, But The Name Of Our Cure Is Not Freedom